Lauren is a washed up rock artist. She's got bills to the ceiling and no inspiration. Her A&R Candece gives her an ultimatum. Revive her career by collaborating with one of r&b's up and coming stars, or watch her carefully constructed musical career slip through her fingers. Here, enters Normani Kordei. She's sexy, southern, sweet, and talented, yet not quite at the top. But she has promise. She knows her breakthrough moment could be coming, but she needs the cherry on top to really solidify her career. That cherry turns out to be the washed up but talented and beautiful Lauren Jauregui. Opposites do attract, but most love stories don't factor in the music industry. Wrought with lies, sex, power, and grit, an incredibly fierce love might just be enough to push these two to the top.

Jacqueline Marie Johnson is an African American 16 year old girl living in the 1960's. She keeps up with the latest fashion trends and the hot new music and culture. She usually obeys all of the rules until it comes to civil rights, she's a straightforward activist who will do anything to ensure her rights as a human. Her heart beats for marches, protests and anything else that will bring the "white man" down a size. Tyler James Monroe on the otherhand is the complete opposite. Being born of White and African American decendent makes him different from all of his peers. Oddly, he's popular amongst both races, and no one says a word. When it comes to Civil Rights he would rather stay out of it, considering his father is one of the most known members of the Klu Klux Klan. Two completely different teenagers, one horrible society. These two spell nothing but trouble when together, but sometimes change comes with a little trouble.

"'Cause you know I got somebody so I can't fuck with just anybody, but sometimes I get lonely. I get lonely." In which Zayn realizes he's in love with Devlyn, but it may be too late.

[Edited] "You had to be extremely low on cash to wank into a cup for it," Dani sneered, feeling like a vindictive bully in a playground. But Carlo deserved it. She felt the first sharp stab of fear that went through her heart when Carlo looked at her with thunder in his eyes. "What are you going to do now? Kill me?" she continued. Fingering the 9mm in her back pocket, she remembered that she'd never even shot the damn thing, despite her brothers' pleas to teach her. Carlo's shadow blanketed her. "Kill you?" His brow furrowed. "Do you really think that lowly of me, cara? I'm wounded." "Then what the hell do you want?" His face flashed with a look she barely recognised - pure arousal. Even when he reached out and pulled her to him, she could feel it. "I realised that the mother of my child is more of a spitfire than I thought." His lips brushed her earlobe. "Call me a pyromaniac." *cover by @bullethood*

This short story, is my fictional account of a not so fictional thing that has happened to me. This is one of my very first personal stories, and I think many can relate to this (or at least I hope so) I was inspired by story called, "Ten Thoughts: On Being Love by a White Boy" which really opened my eyes to writing something so personal. I hope you guys enjoy it, this story is about the way I felt as I was falling in love with this guy, coming out of previous relationship. When I reference the words "fell" or "fall" that is my symbol for love. Have a mention my relationships are crazy? You can read and find out! :)) I hope you enjoy my first short story.